We walked down the street to the deli and ordered sandwiches and ate them in the park. After lunch, we walked down the street back towards Butch's store. I was sipping a Coke while Butch had a smoke.
"So, what were you going to tell me?" I asked.
"We're almost there."
We walked past Lucille's, then passed the sporting goods store, then stopped in front of Grandma's empty storefront.
"We're here," Butch said.
I looked at the empty store. It had a 'For Sale' sign in the window, but was otherwise empty and sad looking.
"I don't get it," I said.
"Your grandma's store."
"You think I should re-open Grandma's arts and crafts store? I'm not *that* gay."
"No," he laughed. "Open a computer repair shop."
Butch was grinning, obviously pleased with himself.
"What? That's crazy. I don't know
